In a preceding letter she had said: 

“Boswell tells me he is printing anecdotes of Dr. Johnson, not his life, but, as he has the vanity to call it, his pyramid, I besought his tenderness for our virtuous and most revered departed friend, and begged he would mitigate some of his asperities.  He said roughly, he would not cut off his claws, nor make a tiger a cat to please anybody.”  The retort will serve for both Mrs. Piozzi and himself.

Mrs. Piozzi writes from Venice, May 20th, 1786:  “Cadell says he never yet published a work the sale of which was so rapid, and that rapidity of so long continuance.  I suppose the fifth edition will meet me at my return.”

“Milan, July 6th, 1786.

“If Cadell would send me some copies, I should be very much obliged to him. ’Tis like living without a looking-glass never to see one’s own book so.”

The copy of the “Anecdotes” in my possession has two inscriptions on the blank leaves before the title-page.  The one is in Mrs. Piozzi’s handwriting:  “This little dirty book is kindly accepted by Sir James Fellowes from his obliged friend, H.L.  Piozzi, 14th February, 1816;” the other:  “This copy of the ‘Anecdotes’ was found at Bath, covered with dirt, the book having been long out of print[1], and after being bound was presented to me by my excellent friend, H.L.P. (signed) J.F.”

[Footnote 1:  The “Anecdotes” were reprinted by Messrs. Longman in 1856, and form part of their “Traveller’s Library.”]

It is enriched by marginal notes in her handwriting, which enable us to fill up a few puzzling blanks, besides supplying some information respecting men and books, which will be prized by all lovers of literature.

One of the anecdotes runs thus:  “I asked him once concerning the conversation powers of a gentleman with whom I was myself unacquainted.  ’He talked to me at the Club one day (replies our Doctor) concerning Catiline’s conspiracy; so I withdrew my attention, and thought about Tom Thumb.’”

In the margin is written “Charles James Fox.”  Mr. Croker came to the conclusion that the gentleman was Mr. Vesey.  Boswell says that Fox never talked with any freedom in the presence of Johnson, who accounted for his reserve by suggesting that a man who is used to the applause of the House of Commons, has no wish for that of a private company.  But the real cause was his sensitiveness to rudeness, his own temper being singularly sweet.  By an odd coincidence he occupied the presidential chair at the Club on the evening when Johnson emphatically declared patriotism the last refuge of a scoundrel.

Again:  “On an occasion of less consequence, when he turned his back on Lord Bolingbroke in the rooms of Brighthelmstone, he made this excuse:  ‘I am not obliged, Sir,’ said he to Mr. Thrale, who stood fretting, ’to find reasons for respecting the rank of him who will not condescend to declare it by his dress or some other visible mark:  what are stars and other signs of superiority made for?’ The next evening, however, he made us comical amends, by sitting by the same nobleman, and haranguing very loudly about the nature, and use, and abuse, of divorces.  Many people gathered round them to hear what was said, and when my husband called him away, and told him to whom he had been talking, received an answer which I will not write down.”